A man-sized mosquito descended on 43rd Street and 7th Avenue amid a warm afternoon. The horrific creature’s presence made me scream. However, my legs, quite inexplicably, could not flee the fearsome scene. Amazing still, I was the only person who noticed the otherworldly invader. So, as a result, I concluded the scenario was a hallucination.
Impossible James By Danger Slater Fungasm Press, 2019 Reviewed by Gordon B. White Impossible James, Danger Slater’s latest novel, is a book about the tensions of finding meaning in an absurd world, about tensions that rupture into paradoxes. It’s about growing larger, but also becoming smaller. It’s about fighting a system, but surrendering to it.
by Ben Arzate The Buggles are the quintessential “one hit wonder” band, to the point that they’re less recognized by their name and more by “the guys that did ‘Video Killed the Radio Star.’” Their biggest claim to fame is that their music video was the first one to air on MTV. However, they couldn’t
By Reverend Bob Turn back. Now move forward. Step into a realm of cosmic slack and arcane power where politicians light each other on fire and zealots buy their own damnation at discount prices. It’s a place where you can reclaim your lost Yeti powers and vanquish the mongrels of reasoning to the abyss of
by Bob Freville Here at the Motorist, our Films That Fell Through the Cracks column has covered a number of movies that might have become cult classics if they hadn’t vanished before they had a chance to penetrate the pop culture consciousness. Those titles have included flicks about a killer in a bunny mask, a
by Trebor Elliverf In recent weeks, the Motorist has received an alarming number of letters from our readers, each of them outlining a different grievance they had with our content. In one such missive, a 63-year old single mother named Beverly S. laments the use of vulgarity in our articles. Beverly writes, “I visited your
Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five If you are happy, you must be without children. I speak the truth; remember your scorn when the unhappy clamor in protest, “children are happiness; children are innocence,” the time-worn, miserable cry. The only innocence is their own; they are fools blinded by the cold
by World-Renowned Art Critic Lee Alvarez Having heard rumors of the mysterious art collective calling themselves “abstract_FETISH,” both online and at the wine parties where my associates and I get drunk and break bottles over each other’s heads, I was naturally curious when an announcement was made that they’d be putting on their first exhibition
by Josh Darling pussy men talk about their pussy war, with their pussy guns, loaded with pussy bullets, and they’ll use their pussy knives, pussy tanks, pussy aircraft carriers, pussy submarines, pussy rockets, pussy bombs, pussy ICBMs, and pussy nukes, to kill like pussies for the pussy they want to fuck, they’ll wear their
By Scott “Boofer” Edgefield Let’s be real, drugs are dope…but you can only end up in so many K holes before you want a change of pace. Sure, rollin’ on Molly can be lit AF, but euphoria gets pretty boring after awhile. We here at the Imerominia Viasmos Beta fraternity firmly believe that there’s a
